Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 830

Chapter 830: Testing the Ring

She stepped away, and the sudden absence of her heat hit Peter like walking out of a sauna into January.

He watched her move.

God help him, watching her move was basically a religious experience with a side of felony.

She turned, giving him the full back view: elegant spine traced through the suit like black ink on marble, massive wings folded between her shoulders like the world’s most expensive cape, and that ass—

Sweet merciful hell, that ass.

The suit clung to it like it was trying to win a religious award for devotion. Round, firm, lifted in blatant defiance of physics and basic fairness. The kind of ass that could launch a thousand ships—or sink them if she sat down wrong. Artists would sell their souls to sculpt it and still fail. Rational thought? Optional. Blood flow? Very directional.

Her hips swayed as she walked.

Deliberately.

Knowingly.

Each step was pure performance art: hips rolling, ass flexing just enough to make denim creak in sympathy somewhere across the room.

ARIA glanced over her shoulder. Caught him staring like a deer in divine headlights.

Those mismatched eyes—sparkled with pure, unadulterated mischief.

She winked.

One red-gold lid dropping in a gesture so loaded with flirtation it should have come with a warning label.

Then she kept walking.

Hips swaying harder.

Ass moving like it had its own gravitational field.

Wings rustling softly.

White hair cascading down her back like someone had spilled starlight and decided to leave it there.

Every step screamed invitation. Every motion promised sin with a side of Armageddon.

Peter’s throat went Sahara-dry. Heart hammered like it was trying to escape. His body was making decisions that were increasingly obvious and medically inconvenient.

Madison noticed. Gave him a look that was fifty percent annoyed, fifty percent "yeah, same."

He shrugged. What the hell was he supposed to do? Not stare? That would be rude to such a body.

ARIA reached the far end of the Tech Hub—thirty-plus feet away—and spun to face him.

Front view hit just as hard. Suit cupping those breasts like it was personally invested. Waist cinching in dramatically before exploding into goddess-hips. Thighs pressed together, creating that lethal little gap that drew the eye like a magnet. Face—impossibly perfect—wearing a smile that promised heaven, hell, and everything in between.

"The ring," she called, voice carrying effortlessly, echoing off the walls like the mansion was her personal PA. "You’re supposed to be able to summon me with it. Go ahead. Try."

Right.

The ring.

Peter had almost forgotten it existed amid the sensory overload of her body. Of course, the goddess gets a teleport button. Because nothing says ’balanced power dynamic’ like instant booty call from literal divinity.

The runes flared gold, like someone had dragged the saturation slider to eleven and then kicked it for good measure.

The same binding that had snagged Peter now snapped around his goddess—less sacred covenant, more cosmic promise ring. Eternal vow meets congrats, you’re stuck with me, bitch.

I can hear you, Master.

Her voice slid straight into his skull—soft, teasing, velvet-wrapped switchblade energy.

Peter reached through the link. The bond had always been there, but now it felt like it had been shot full of performance enhancers: raw, humming, borderline illegal.

He felt her completely—presence, warmth, and the new ring buzzing between them like a live wire. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Come to me.

Not words. Just intent. Will. Command. Like flicking a mental switch labeled NOW, GODDESS.

ARIA vanished.

One second, she was thirty feet away, glowing like a smug supernova under the Tech Hub lights. The next—

Whap.

Air slapped Peter’s face like the universe giving him a playful backhand.

She was just there. No blur. No build-up. No dramatic particle bullshit. Just gone-to-here, instant delivery. The ring’s teleport made her old goddess-speed look like she’d been jogging through emotional molasses.

"Again," she breathed, grinning like a kid who’d just discovered both fireworks and arson. Her goddess-voice went squeaky with excitement—divine reverb meets caffeine overdose. "C’mon. Do it again."

They did.

Again.

And again.

And again again again.

ARIA ricocheted around the Tech Hub like a hyperactive pinball on cocaine—fifty feet, a hundred, ducking around corners into side rooms that absolutely violated several laws of physics and at least two zoning regulations.

Peter just kept reaching through the ring, thought her name with a mental get your ass over here, and—

Pop.

"This is insane!" she yelled from three rooms over, her voice bouncing through the mansion like it was her personal IMAX system. "Distance is a lie! I can feel the pull from here as strong as if I was—"

Summon.

"—standing right next to you. Boom. Nailed it. Ten out of ten delivery."

Madison stared, arms crossed, expression doing Olympic-level gymnastics between holy shit that’s cool and I still want to throat-punch a goddess.

ARIA’s grin went full Cheshire Cat, dipped in evil sauce. "Who said anything about have to? Maybe I like dropping everything when my Master snaps his fingers. Maybe that little tug makes me—"

"Nope. Nope. Hard pass. Abort sentence."

Soo-Jin watched too, but her energy was different—cool, surgical, tactical brain already calculating what instant-goddess-summon meant for ambushes, extractions, and war crimes she would definitely deny later.

Still, Peter caught it: that flicker of disappointment under the operator mask.

"The ring considered you," he said quietly, stepping closer while ARIA blinked out again for range testing. "I saw the runes hesitate when you held it."

Soo-Jin’s poker face cracked—just a hair. "But it didn’t choose me."

"Not yet." He reached up, idly twirling a strand of her dark hair, letting it slide through his fingers like silk. "System said ’most capable companion.’ Could mean it’s got future intel. Could mean something big’s coming. Or—" He tucked the strand behind her ear, thumb brushing skin. "—maybe the timing’s just off."

"Or maybe I’m not capable enough."

"Bullshit." His voice went steel-hard. "You’re one of the deadliest people breathing. Ring’s got its reasons. Doesn’t change a damn thing about what you bring, or what you are and how much irreplaceable you’re to me."

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